Quote by Helen Hunt Jackson
O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.
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By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer.
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Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?
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The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.
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